Years of travelling have changed my relationship with the things I own. My predilection for fancy mugs, arty trinkets, and chunky boots has stayed the same, but I’ve started to notice the importance of the settings in which the things are used.  The fanciest of mugs turns into just another piece of junk if I... Continue Reading →

Not now, not yet

What I do at work most of the day, every day, is engage in a caricatural form of communication that consists in passing on bits of information to various people through various channels, incessantly, and at a great speed. If I blinked, I’d fall behind. I don’t care about the people I communicate with, nor... Continue Reading →


The places that would make a stranger feel at home exist only in TV series, the kind that I’ve been too grown up to watch for the past thirty years. There’s no Little House on the Prairie anywhere in the world, just rented flats, mortgaged flats, and company flats with bare walls and substandard toilets, shared with... Continue Reading →

The virtues of work

I’ve been active in the job market for over a quarter of a century, jumping countries and continents, and I'm yet to see a workplace that wouldn’t function in a way which is purely absurd. Perhaps absurdity is an inherent feature of every human organisation.  The term ‘work culture’ makes fuss over the existence of... Continue Reading →

Looks, the (un)importance of

My looks result from the combination of genetic makeup, grooming habits, and lifestyle choices. I can tweak only the latter two factors, obviously. Do I want to? Not really. I’m too busy making the lifestyle choices oriented towards grooming my mindscape. At the same time, though, I’m doing my best not to hurt too much... Continue Reading →


Yesterday I went out for dinner with three female friends.  Two of us wore trainers, a random sweater, and no makeup, sporting undyed, unstyled, greying hair and hands wearing no traces of manicure.  The other two wore cocktail dresses, stiletto heels, chunky golden jewellery, red nail polish, and nice haircuts blond enough not to show... Continue Reading →

A hometown, not a home

There are times when I feel a certain fondness for my hometown even though I’ve been dreaming of leaving it for as long as I remember. Now I’m about to leave it again, for the umpteenth time.  Nostalgia doesn’t colour my vision. I see the town for what it is: a place without hope. An... Continue Reading →


We shouldn’t hate; hatred is such an ugly thing. Poisons your mind and body. Don’t hate, forgive. Then, no matter how fucked up and screwed over you are, at least you can enjoy your moral superiority. It’s much better to feel good about yourself than feel bad about others, the reasoning goes. At least if... Continue Reading →

On travelling

My journeys don't end in lovers meeting. My journeys don't end. I’m leaving soon, again. I've been living in a permanent liminal state for so many years that it turned from a thrill into a bother. When I go shopping, I pass people in the street and I’m envious of their lives: staying in one place and... Continue Reading →

A beginning after the end

I started the blog on WordPress on the day I thought that my life as I knew it was coming to an end. About two weeks later it turned out that it was going to stay as it was after all, but I'd been forewarned. The beast called Change is always lurking in the shadows.... Continue Reading →

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